Sooner or later it had to come to this. I had always told myself (and anyone who suggested otherwise) that I do not read book series. I could handle one book, but the pressure (oh the pressure) to be in it for the long haul was too much. So much for that.
A friend of mine was talking to me about Twilight and telling me how great it was and “here, just take the first book. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to finish it”. Right. I blew through the whole series within 3 weeks and after that I convinced Pip to read it and he blew through it in even less time (and has re-read book 4, but you didn’t here it from me…well, actually you did…unless SOMEBODY HACKED MY BLOG! We’ll go with that.) I loved it and have decided that if series are that good then what have I been missing all these years! I had read the first Mitford book years ago (loved it) and never when beyond the first book, so I got the second recently (because I’m breaking my rule). It’s ok. And now I feel like I have to finish it because I’m breaking my rule and I’m going to finish it dang it! It’s not that I don’t like the second book. It’s just not grabbing me and I’m back to feeling like I have to finish it because I broke my rule. Dumb. I think I should just do away with rules and read what I want.
For the record, I loved The Lord of the Rings Trilogy and raced through the books, but I could not for the life of me get into The Hobbit. Go figure. I am an anomaly.
It seems that Charlie has seen that Princess is injured and has taken this opportunity to warm up to us, lest she perish and we decide he’s out too.
The other night he jumped up into bed with Pip and I when we got in bed looking at us like “What? I always do this.” And he so does not. Occasionally if we’ve been on a long trip he’ll sleep in our bed the first night we’re back, but that’s it. The problem is that as soon as the lights go out he starts inching up closer to our heads. It starts with “Hey there. I’m just at your feet. No need to kick me off” – then – “What! Shoulders look like feet! I had no idea your face was close, but you know, now that I’m here how about we sleep. I’m tired. And I don’t have holes in my backside.”
Sidenote: I said the word butt the other night while getting the kids ready for bed. I don’t remember the context but it almost certainly had something to do with Princess. DQ says to me, “Mom, why does everyone else say bottom but you say butt?” (I know. I’m such a potty mouth.) I asked her if my using the word bottom would make her more comfortable. She said yes. So I use the word bottom around her. And pretty much only her. I’m rebellious like that.
Pip got me tickets to this guy’s concert in November. I’m pretty excited. 🙂
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TM turned 6 last week (seems impossible) and it was all dinos all the time for this birthday. A conversation we had after visiting the Denver Museum of Nature and Science:
TM: “I think I was made to love dinosaurs.”
Me: “Really? Why’s that?”
TM: “Because I really love them. I am a big fan.”
And he does. He knew what all the skeletons in the museum were before looking at the description. Last year, he told his Kindergarten teacher when she asked what they wanted to be when they grew up, that he was going to be a Paleontologist. I believe him.
Almost 2 years ago I posted about the cats we acquired through an attempt to relieve the guilt we felt over things not working out with Elsie the greyhound. Mmmm, yes. We should have just let that wave of guilt crash onto the shores of our souls and return to the ocean of feelings the way that nature intended. Because now we have them and 2 of the 4 people inhabiting this house don’t really like them so much. We have figured out (sadly, through trial and error) that we just are not pet people. Be that as it may, our children ARE. Or they love the one’s we have. Whatever it is, we are stuck with these two furry (VERY FURRY!) creatures until the end of their life.
They (Princess and Charlie) do not make it easy for us to love them. Everyone says they’re wonderful, but I think that’s because they’re kind of like Eddie Haskell from “Leave it to Beaver”. They’re great around other people. They prance around going, “Oooo look at me! How nice and cute am I? Aren’t they evil to talk about me like that? Wait…what’s that smell? Oh right. I wrecked the litter box and it smells like the coffins of a thousand zombies in the house now. Where were we? Oh yeah…look at how cute I am!”
A few months ago Charlie ripped open his belly and required surgery to clean it out and cut off the dead flesh. Nice no? We don’t know how this happened but we assume it is the direct result of having an extra few pounds of skin from his overweight days catching on something (a nail? a fencepost?) and his decision to keep walking. He was in a cone for a month.
This weekend we noticed drips of blood around the food bowl and upon further investigation found that Princess had ripped herself 3 new (thinking of a nice word…thinking…thinking…not happening) poop holes. After some research we found that it is probably a ruptured anal sack. I’d post a picture of what that is, but since I read most of the blogs I follow while eating breakfast, I will spare you the image. You’re welcome. Advice from vets online (I admit said “vet” could be the kid next door) said to put some Neosporin on it and put a cone on the cat. Having thrown out the cone from Charlie’s incident, we went to Petco and found a variety of cones. FOR UPWARDS OF $30!! You have got to be kidding me. But she needed a cone, so what does one do when faced with this predicament. You’re probably thinking “Go to the vet”, but no! I made one. Out of some leftover oilcloth and some duct tape. And it was free. We are in “monitor and see” mode around here. Just be glad you aren’t the one doing the monitoring. It is really unpleasant.
I’m currently chuckling because I can’t type, hear or say that title without thinking about the way Pip usually does that. When we were dating Pip was in a band and they used to test the sound using this phrase instead: “Testes…Testes…1…2…3?”. Makes me laugh every time. Speaking of testes, I saw a bumper sticker the other day that had a pink ribbon and said “Save the Tata’s”. I think we should even the score and come out with a bumper sticker that says “Save the Testes” because testicular cancer is important too.
Wow, that was totally random. By the way, I’m back. The kids are back in school and I am back in this little space, and I’m making a few changes. I think I stopped writing so much because I didn’t feel like I was being honest. My life is not all crafting and fun. I do that and I love it, but this space was originally a place for me to write out feelings, thoughts and a little crafting. Along the way I started feeling like I couldn’t trust you all with parts of me (recurring theme for me), so it became all crafting all the time. Not good for me. So, let’s begin again shall we? I will be writing more in this space of mine and you are free to read and comment. I have decided that I am silly and that the people that I love and care about are the people I need to trust to love me as I am. Crazy opinions, thoughts, musings and all. It’s good to be back. I’ve missed this.